A most unsettling email.

It required no introduction going forward
It would appear my presence canned a macabre banquet
It came swift, a bolt clung to the spine, stank of carnage
It stood at hold for mommy dearest floating with ghosts

A master plan unfolds sweet child, this show blows!
Circus is in town parading everywhere, truth be told
Maniacs and the worse scum float down here
Axes in toll, violence at a fling throw, merry unfolds

Frantic callous memories bargain for attentive miracles
That the pencil and the saliva smudge as a star to curiosity
To match the shallow hereafter with dignity I propose
Decapitate the messenger, desecrate the pupils and hang:
the masters, the eminent and those that savor disaster
Let the rivers run in fair abundance, silvery glee pointy filth
Observe the mocking angels sink like tomb stones (control)
Sever flesh from skin like a poorly timed gag, one touch too close

Made my mind to dial my demise and call, unleash the whip
On Mothers Day I was dead set on picking up a fight
Misstep wisecrack and it does not get easier so dig deep
For the butted end of a joke, bip bip bop, blink and she's gone

Fought threads round my neck to trail them off my chest
Who said you only get the 1 out of a million? Uh uh hun

I once took care of a suicidal goat going by Emerald
The jewel of my bosom roped too tightly eloped too soon
Willingly trapped in a rats maze in authentic disarray on a sunny day
Leap my globes, torn in weep over form, trashy tender fingers
Lodged to massage that itch in manners most intrusive
Polishing my newfound blindness status frost and hallow.

There can be only one king in my domain summer child
It springs to mind in whispers, the king gets off screams.
Reckoning the sailor muses, fixated on cleaning the toilet
Casts a prominent net, broader on winter.

Desist, do it my way

Spoils defender by maggots parading on sight
Warm bouncy tit hung tender muddy and rough
Milk clung to shit and snot in a valleys's river
Shovel the hiddey-hole under tutelage of another
Slaver meant for ruin, coagulant reintegration
To the sphere, rasped humid cloudy travels parked
Moths lodged on my gut brought green and red wires
Now resurfaced, now exposed
'And I dont want you to adore me
Don't want you to ignore me'.
Put another quarter will ya?

Was it worth the cost? Bring it in, be that lucky one.

There is a Tinkerbell in repose, lucky one
At leisure; taken shelter over the window
Collecting lovers dust gone wrong
Fishing for a promiscuous destiny on the run
Took the messenger hostage, menacing host
Consider him fortunate to be breathing unevenly
On the other side of that curtain lay skeletons
And curses suspended in held breaths
I speculate that I enjoy remunerating the mere sight
What's worse than knowing I caused it?

It makes for an intriguing dancing partner through the night
An entire pantheon of opened up recollections
To polish and reforge the stale memory with fairy dust
And put hard fought lessons to waste by getting confused

To make her life my business in a roller coaster of trajectories
Those bread crumples better rot mighty slow else I feel enticed
To get lost in the trill of a someone else's elven song

Applause please, I do need some to get by-a-bye
A paddle to facilitate and stretch the livin' act

I can only interpret what I can further medicate
Guess and take by adequate measure the portion due
Be it bowl cut and short round the bends, faulty in denial

In lucid ecstasy I consort with the improbable
In hopeful drowning wavelength, up, down, afloat
Friendly fire in retrospective, Russian roulette when all in

Traffic lights take me back to the arms of someone that smelt and felt right.

Tic-tac-toe twist the shoulder of that ho

Traces the veins, compulsion erupt to the core

Gut the pearl, lick the foundation, child's play

Tic-tac-toe bend the hip, compress the tail

Vivid headbanger, blackout submerged response, a pulse

Waltz hand in ankle, composure flimsy and blunt

Simon said war, and so we hacked and bashed and tore

Joint in an uninspired reenactment of feral descent 

Dance to the tune of bullets, towards loved ones we ran

Hidden were this thoughts iced over clay pleasantries

Shook in inevitable rotundas, out to an outstanding loan

Pressed to flip the volume in abundance as we feast  

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Burned bridges now, really
The nest remains wishful thinking.

Red sore eyes tail traffic lights

Like those that lit the pathway.

Fleeting compression trigger the alarm

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Vaulted gasping inner breaths 

Ain't taking the risk today

Not picking up the phone

Agony in burn out, fashion

Same two tunes on speed dial

In resurgent random motion

Clock off by the 11th

The woes of the mighty

Aline in tribute to Babel

The hubris in suffering

The undertaker steps on my toes

Cracks my joints, bathes my stench

Furthers my essence, neutral dipped shell

Worship in recollection soothes my hunger

Forget not the interlocked fingers

In passage lips carriers of delight

and the abomination of the tear

Traffic lights bring me pain

For I oblige in the consideration

That in pause a r-reflection

From green eyes to yellow hair

A red mist strangles the frame;

I stay awake at night solely

because my dreams do not involve me.